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All this week, Sydney has been brutalised by her awful transport system. The right person to blame for this behaviour is obvious.
This morning, a solitary broken down train brought down the entire network, with our rail overlords taking the extraordinary step of fat-shaming us, suggesting that we walk over the bridge.
You know what the problem is with Sydney’s trains? It’s us. Too long have we let them walk all over us, or redirect us to the arms of their ugly friend, the railbus. We endure that, because we’re waiting for them to treat us right, or at least a little bit better. I mean, we’re realistic. No-one is expecting a Tokyo here, but we’re coveting the commuter/commutee relationship that Melbourne has, and that relationship is toxic as fuck.
— Harriet Tatham (@HarrietTatham) August 23, 2019
You see, that day is never going to come.
They don’t have to improve because they don’t have to. They know that they can aim low and miss, because they’ll know we’ll be there again in the morning. They know we’ll tolerate their delays, their lack of everything, and above all, their shit. We’ve been doing it for years. To those reading this who may be stranded on anonymous platforms, or sandwiched in a tunnel sans air conditing and explanation this morning, or evening, and are inwardly throwing their arms aloft wondering why me? know that the only person you can only truly blame is yourself. The person that needs to change is us. They’re not going to. The platform we stand one might as well be the bed that we all made.
— Katy parker (@KJP_Sydney) August 22, 2019
The term “infinite delays”, is something that no-one in a public transport relationship should have to endure. It’s completely unfair. To be honest, it might be because we’ve shown them infinite patience. Partners are only this bold when they know that the pendulum won’t ever swing back. But swing back it now bloody well should. This morning is not special, nor is it different. A quick peruse of the same hashtag illuminates the truth. This isn’t a new argument we’re having, it’s the same argument.
#SydneyTrains view at 7.30pm, no trains have arrived and crowding is becoming dangerous. No updates on trains to Beverly Hills. Absolutely ridiculous. Government should be ashamed. Sydney cannot be a world city with these issues. pic.twitter.com/mPi9ketr4g
— Chloe (@_chloealyce) January 9, 2018
Think of all the times that they’ve disappointed us. Look back with fresh, clear eyes, beyond their oft-repeated negative behaviour that has since become an accepted part of who they are, always ten minutes late, think of all the times that they’ve stranded you out on a night out with no explanation. They were your lift home, and now they’re not answering their phone. So, you curse and make threats and make feelings known, but you end up riding them again in the morning. Think of all the times you’re waiting for them, knowing full well that they wouldn’t do the same for you. Think of all the times you had to make a Plan B, because you just couldn’t rely on them.
What are we getting out of this? It’s a relationship of convenience that is anything but.
— Thomas Nguyen (@ThomasHNguyen) January 8, 2018
Worst of all, the final insult upon the pile of insults is that we’re paying for the pleasure, and to be fair, it’s not even doing it for us in the slightest. You know what we need to do. We need to travel. Take some us time, allow ourselves to be hit on, nay spoiled, by foreign transport systems, so we can discover firsthand that one track minds can also be a two-way street.
So, go. Have fun, treat yourself, and come back armed with the knowledge about how things can certainly be different, and the things we certainly expect from our transport relationships.
For you, for me, for all of us.